After signing in for fifty years, I became the leader of the vampire clan

His only child was killed, and now he has no successor, so he needs to work hard to have a baby. In the past year, Marquis Bruch has been busy all night, sweating in the coffin, doing a very primitive physical labor.

But no woman's belly has grown.

Instead, the conflict with the Marquise has become more and more serious.

This has further intensified his resentment and hatred for the person who killed his son!

Suddenly, a servant ran in and reported:

"My Lord Marquis, Count Carstein and his butler are here to visit and are waiting outside the castle. Do you want to let them in?"

"Hmm?"

Marquis Bruch was stunned, "Carstein... that guy is not dead yet?"

"No." The servant answered truthfully, "But judging from his appearance, he is about to go to the Kingdom of the Ancestral God."

"Humph! Carstein has become a half-dead useless man, and he actually came to the door?"

Marquis Bruch's expression was very indifferent, and he said lightly, "The blood and qi have been polluted by the poison of the Medusa clan, and he will definitely die! He just wants to borrow some of my blood and blood to prolong his life. Let him go back, I won't see you!"

It's better to die early and reincarnate early, why are you still struggling?

Although Count Carstein had followed him to fight on the battlefield for many years and made countless contributions, he has now become a useless man, which means he has lost all his value and is wasting his fiefdom.

How precious is his blood and blood?

Essence and blood are two completely different concepts. Even if it is Marquis Bruch, it will take half a month to make up for a drop of essence and blood given to others.

Using such a precious thing to prolong the life of a useless person, isn't that a waste of natural resources?

So Marquis Bruch didn't even let Castain and Fang Qingyan enter the gate.

...

Outside the castle, outside the iron gate.

"Please go back, Lord Earl."

The servant ruthlessly issued an order to expel the guests, "Lord Marquis is busy with official business and has no time to meet you for the time being. Come again next time."

"He... he won't see me?"

Castain sighed faintly, and after a few seconds of silence, he waved his hand, "Let's go, Edward, let's go back."

Fang Qingyan looked at the gorgeous castle in front of him expressionlessly, then pushed the wheelchair and returned the same way.

As expected, what kind of son you have, what kind of father you have.

Marquis Bruch was unkind and ungrateful, and cut off all of Castain's hopes.

The sorrow of a hero in his twilight years;

The desolation of a tiger in the plain.

...

"I'm dying."

On the way, Carstein suddenly said faintly, "Maybe today, or maybe tomorrow, anyway... soon."

If he really couldn't hold on any longer, he wouldn't have the audacity to come to Marquis Bruch.

I didn't expect that he would really leave him to die without saving him.

Carstein was disheartened and leaned weakly on the wheelchair, motionless.

He died before he died.

Fang Qingyan glanced at him and chuckled, "Don't be so pessimistic, you can still live a long time, believe me."

...

After returning to the castle.

Carstein made an amazing decision!

He asked Fang Qingyan to issue a notice to dismiss his personal guards, including everyone in the castle, and everyone was allocated an astonishing amount of resettlement money.

Everyone knew what this meant...

"Stay and bury me before you leave, Edward."

Carstein said to Fang Qingyan.

Fang Qingyan nodded, "This is what I should do."

To be honest, he didn't understand.

Why would a count who had lived for more than 800 years, a noble with unlimited glory, be so lonely when his life was about to reach the end?

No offspring, no lover, no friends...

He didn't even have a last word when he was dying.

Everyone will die, but the death of Count Castain is destined to be the most pitiful.

Fang Qingyan looked at the old man sleeping in the wheelchair, and silently made up his mind that he must not live as lonely, pitiful and miserable as Castain.

Not to mention a group of wives and concubines, children and grandchildren, at least he should find more!

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ps: Xiaopu Street asks for support! .

Chapter 25

The environment inside the coffin gives people a quiet and peaceful feeling. The pure darkness will scare humans, but for the vampires, it is very enjoyable.

Fang Qingyan's nose twitched twice. This coffin exudes a special fragrance, which should be the characteristics of the material.

He calmed down and began to meditate.

The blood and mental power in the body began to beat.

After entering the Marquis realm, Fang Qingyan found that his cultivation speed suddenly slowed down many times. From Marquis to Duke, it was an extremely difficult and bumpy road.

Many of the existing Marquises of the Blood Clan entered this realm thousands of years ago.

But until today, they are still standing still.

A thousand years ago, they were Marquises, and a thousand years later, they are still Marquises.

The reality is so cruel that it makes people despair!

Some people divide the journey from Marquis to Duke into four realms: Zero Wing Marquis, Double Wing Marquis, Four Wing Marquis, and Six Wing Marquis.

They correspond to the early, middle, late, and peak stages of the Marquis stage.

Fang Qingyan is currently a Zero Wing Marquis.

He has not yet evolved wings... or "holy wings".

So the strength gap between Marquises is also very large.

It is said that the prince-level vampire has twelve holy wings, so the prince is also called the "Twelve Wing Blood Ancestor".

Unfortunately, except for the old monster dukes of the seven major clans who have lived for tens of thousands of years, no one has ever seen a real prince.

Only after becoming a marquis, one can personally feel how difficult it is to grow a pair of holy wings.

…

The next morning.

Fang Qingyan climbed out of the coffin, came to the window, and pushed it open.

The bright sunshine poured in, warm and comfortable, dispelling the cold and dampness.

After a night of practice, the progress was almost imperceptible.

At this speed, if there is no blood essence to assist, he may not be able to grow six holy wings in hundreds of years.

Fang Qingyan stared at the morning light and suddenly had an idea.

He had tried to practice in the sun before, but failed. Although he could temporarily absorb the sun's essence, the conversion rate was almost zero.

Now that he has broken through to the marquis and entered a higher level of life, will the situation be different?

He did it after thinking it over.

"Hu~"

Fang Qingyan took a deep breath, and his skin was suddenly covered with a layer of light red-gold brilliance. The temperature in the room rose sharply, and the aura of the most yang and strong solar fire filled the air.

He transformed into the Yangyan form.

The most yang power traveled in his body.

Then he relaxed his mind, bathed in the sun and began to meditate.

Gradually, strands of solar fire aura penetrated through the pores and merged into the blood.

This time, it did not dissipate!

The body really decomposed and swallowed the solar fire.

After becoming a marquis, he could actually practice with the help of sunlight!

"Tsk, I guess he is the only vampire who can perform "photosynthesis" since the birth of the blood race."

Fang Qingyan raised his eyebrows, feeling extremely happy.

Practice in the coffin at night, and meditate in the sun during the day.

Yin and Yang dual cultivation means that his practice speed will be very fast!

"System, sign in."

"Ding! Sign in successfully, congratulations to the host for obtaining: Beast Blood x1."

Fang Qingyan curled his lips.

He snapped his fingers, and soon the cry of an eagle sounded in his ears, and Petxia flew in from the window.

"You got a bargain."

Fang Qingyan raised his hand and threw it.

Petra was overjoyed, and very excitedly and accurately caught the drop of orc blood containing powerful life energy with his beak.

"Chirp~"

It flapped its wings and rubbed its head against its master's hand affectionately.

"Go and play, don't run too far. Although you are now a war beast, only low-key people can live long... The same is true for eagles and falcons."

Fang Qingyan warned it.

Then he opened the door and left the house.

...

Dongdongdong~

Knocked on the door, no one responded.

Knocked again, and then heard the weak and old voice of Count Castan: "Come in... Come in."

Push the door in.

"Are you here... to collect my body? Alas, I'm going to disappoint you. Come back tomorrow, Edward, I can't die today."

He spoke as if he was talking in his sleep, and it was estimated that his mind was not very clear.

Fang Qingyan's mouth twitched.

He walked to his coffin and said, "I went to the Bruch clan again."

"Did you see him?"

"Yes."